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Persevere through the Now

Posted on January 20, 2014 by caverns of my mind

I’m not sure when or where I heard or read this inspirational tidbit, but it came to mind today.

More often than not, my head is in the future.  I could at least be pleased that I’m not always dwelling on the past; however, though it is smart to be prepared for the future, we cannot live there either.

Most of what I do I do with the future in mind, but almost to the point of neglecting the present moment.  Sometimes I need to learn to let that go a little and take in what and who surround me in the here and now. I’ve got to find a balance in this, and I am certain I’m not the only one out there with this problem.

And to borrow the wise words of Devo (though I would question the wisdom of their fashion sense, and many other things in their video), “When a problem comes along, you must whip it.”  Problems will come along.  Deal with them and persevere through the moment when they come, but we should no more dwell on the problems of the future than those of the past.  So remember to live in the moment, and do the best you can.  Leave the worries of tomorrow for tomorrow, and live beyond the past.

Just for fun.  If you weren’t a child of the ’80s, I must caution you: this video may be disturbing.

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It’s the Final Countdown

Posted on January 17, 2014 by caverns of my mind

In just three weeks from right now, I will be participating in my fourth Ragnar Relay, where eleven friends and I will divide into two vans and each run three times for a total of 200 miles from Miami to Key West.  It’s an awesome experience.  It may not sound fun, but oh, IT IS!

I had a scare going into it this year though.  While training for a half marathon I was supposed to run just over a month ago, I injured my leg, leaving me not only unable to run my half marathon, but I was unable to run at all.  I’ve had to cross train with my bike, elliptical machine, and do pilates and yoga to try to compensate while my leg had to heal.

Two weeks ago I decided to give a short run a try because my leg wasn’t hurting too much anymore.  The results were less than desirable.  The run itself didn’t feel so bad, but my leg hurt fairly constantly for the next three days.

Now, through lots of prayer, essential repairing vitamins and supplements, and cross training, I have decided it is time to try it again tomorrow.  My leg has been completely pain free for the last three days, and that is not something I could say about any of the days before this, so I think it’s time.  I’ll start with a few short runs and keep on supplementing with other exercise, but three weeks isn’t much time, and I think I’m finally ready.

The first two years we did this race, my running name was Terrinator and we ran for Love 146.

terrinator

Last year and this coming race, I’m part of team Ragnarrhea and my running name is Excretia.  I know it’s gross, but if you run (pun intended), you get it.

Take a look at what the Ragnar experience is all about with this video by my teammate, Josh, a.k.a Poop Dust, the runner formerly known as Deuce.

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Gonna Bike Now

Posted on December 23, 2013 by caverns of my mind

I wish I had a montage of all those great comeback scenes from Hollywood to go along with this post, but you’ll just have to imagine them in your head.  However, you may feel free to play “Gonna Fly Now” in the background and picture me dancing around at the top of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (that’s what will be going through my head, even though I’ve never even been there-shhh).

running terri

At the beginning of September I began a 12-week training program for a half marathon.  My first half marathon.  It was a BIG deal to me.  About two-thirds through I realized I had an extra week because I’d miscalculated, but that was no big deal because it would just give me a chance to get better and stronger.  For the first time in my three years of running, I was really feeling like a runner.

“Oh, sorry I cannot make it out for drinks today; I have a 10-miler to do this afternoon,” was something I found myself saying on more than one occasion.  One of those runs was also done in the cool of a fall Florida rain. I felt so hardcore.

At the eleven week mark I went for my forth 10-miler.  The morning was a bit warmer than I prefer for running distances, but whatever.  About a mile and a half from home I came around a curve and saw a stick on the trail.  But it wasn’t a stick because sticks don’t generally move on their own, and in a moment of confusion and needing to take quick action because my feet were not on the ground and I needed to avoid stepping on or near this thing, I took a panicked side-step.  Then I kept going.  My legs were sore, so nothing seemed unusual in that last mile and a half, but one particular sore spot would not stop hurting after a good stretch and it continued for a few days, and then several days, and by then I was not running anymore.  I had exactly two weeks from that fateful day until the half marathon I had been working so hard to dominate.

I told myself and others that I’d take a few days off and then get back out there.  I researched online to figure out what it was.  I got x-rays.  It still remains a mystery.  My thought was a tibial stress fracture, but it didn’t show up on the x-rays (incidentally, they often do not show up on x-rays, and I wasn’t ready to pay for an MRI).  Other possibilities were torn ligaments or tendons.  None sounded fun, and none could really be treated any more than what I was already doing, so I sucked it up, limped around, and tried not to cry.  I had to come to terms that I would not be running the half marathon.

The half marathon took place just over a week ago (and at night), and I went to support my running friends and because there was a holiday parade following the runners.  During the parade, it began to sprinkle, and then to suddenly pour.  Police on bikes rode the route to tell everyone to go home due to incoming bad weather.  All those half marathoners were already out there running though.  I was oddly grateful to not be out there in the mess, though I had secretly had to hold back tears as I saw my fellow runners pass at the start of the race.  In all the craziness, a tornado even touched down in town.  Fortunately all the runners were safe, but I hear it was a scary and disorienting experience.

A few days ago I decided I would attempt to get out on my bike now that I’m not limping anymore.  I know I’m not quite ready for the impact of running, but the bike doesn’t aggravate the injury at all now and I’m building up other important muscles that will help me make my comeback when I am ready to run.  There will be other half marathons, but I have something else coming up that is even more important to me.  This will be my forth year participating in the 200 mile relay race called Ragnar.  I’m runner four, which is quite hardcore.  We run from Miami to Key West, and I cannot miss this.  I’ve got about six and a half weeks to train.  I can’t let down my team and I can’t break tradition.

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Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job…or maybe just a bunch of hats

Posted on October 21, 2013 by caverns of my mind

job

Since the time I was sixteen, which is more than half my lifetime ago, I’ve had a job, except for about a month right after I graduated from college and got married.  But I left the teaching profession in June, so now when I meet people and they ask the dreaded, “What do you do for a living?” I freeze.  I don’t have a “real” job, yet I have many jobs.  Confused yet?  Yeah, me too.

Robert and I discussed recently that I should tell people I’m an author, which I am.  That’s not exactly a huge money maker for me…yet, but I wrote a book (Memoirs and an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages) and am currently writing a sequel, so I’m an author.

I also still work for the school district as a very picky substitute.  I will only work in my former school, and I turn down the gym class, ESE, and math gigs.  I do feel a bit like since I was a teacher, I’ll always sort of be a teacher (this week I will sub a class with a majority of students I had two years ago).  The kids still think of me as a teacher and I still get contacted for letter of recommendation requests, and even the ones I’ve allowed as friends on Facebook still call me Mrs. Harper.

Then I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time and got myself into a job where I get to travel, deprive myself of sleep, lift and move heavy objects, and have a blast with some of the most interesting and joyous people I’ve ever met by working some race events for The Color Run (the happiest 5k on the planet).  It’s sort of like a contract work job though, because I work when I’m needed, so it’s not exactly a steady income for me.

I’m a horrible salesperson.  This is why I hate plugging my book and tend to be so awkward at it. I once sold Mary Kay, but not much and not for long.  Then I signed up to be a Compassion Entrepreneur with Trades of Hope because the money generated from these hand made products goes to paying the artisans (women in otherwise destitute and desperate living conditions) fair wages and empowerment.  I think my mom is my biggest customer, but I’m working on it (Thanks Mom!)

I don’t have a “real” job, and I’ve never been happier.  I’m not always sure how much money I can bring in for our household budget each month, but I leave it up to God.  He knows what we need and our needs are always met.  I’m stress free and now have time to give more of myself since I cannot just give money.  On Sunday, I signed up to volunteer at a few local outreaches and I cannot wait to get started, to give of my time, and to touch and change lives, directly or indirectly.  I always wanted to be able to do more, and now I finally can.  Serving others is a blessing in itself.  I’m not saying everybody should quit their jobs and start doing volunteer work, but if you can squeeze in time at any local charity even once a month, I’m certain you will feel gratified in what you do.

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How to Like Everybody, Even if You Don’t Know Them Yet

Posted on October 7, 2013 by caverns of my mind

friendship

It’s possible some readers may be offended by what will seem like my oversimplification of a complicated idea, but I don’t care.  Sometimes we are what screws everything up and creates complication; furthermore, wisdom can come in simple ideas, so give it a chance.

I very recently met an older, retired man, let’s call him George, who revealed to me something that revolutionized my thinking.  He was volunteering at a race I was working at and said he loved doing volunteer work because he got to meet so many interesting people.  Ok, so here comes the fortune cookie wisdom.  George said he liked everybody, even people he hadn’t met yet, until they gave him a reason not to.  Pause for a bit here, reread the simple statement, and let it rest on the tip of your mind for a bit.  Then, let it invade your more intimate thoughts.

What does it mean to like everybody, even the people you don’t know yet?

If you are truly honest with yourself you will admit that you probably do not like everybody, especially not strangers, because, well, they are strangers to you.  We fear the unknown.  It’s human nature, so don’t try to lie about it.   The only times I know of when people are automatically accepting of other human beings is when it’s a baby, a celebrity people think they know because they’ve read the check-stand tabloids, or people with common friends who may have come into the picture with a high recommendation from someone whose opinion is respected.

Strangers, true strangers, generally have to work much harder for acceptance.  Why?  Again, the fear of the unknown, personal experiences, or maybe just seeing, or thinking we see, what we don’t like in ourselves in someone else.  We may live in a country with an “innocent until proven guilty” law in the cases of possible crimes committed, but we tend to assume everyone is guilty when it comes to taking a chance and building a relationship.  If only we could get over our past hurts and consider each person a new opportunity for friendship instead of waiting for the moment they will stab us in the back, what a difference it could make. But we’re human, so we are wary; and we are human, so we hurt people.  Maybe we just need to take more chances.  Everyone you let in will hurt you in some way at some point- we cannot help ourselves, whether on purpose or accident- but think of how many more relationships could be formed and all the good that could come from it.

Remember these two things: we are meant to love one another, and to someone else, you are the stranger.

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Word to my Motha!

Posted on September 30, 2013 by caverns of my mind

fruitfulness

When I was growing up my mother would occasionally get “a word from God” for somebody, or a scripture she felt God wanted her to give to one of my sisters.  Stacy, my oldest sister, got Jeremiah 29:11, my favorite scripture in the entire Good Book.

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.

But Mom never had anything for me.

Then, a few months ago she called to let me know she had been reminded of a scripture God showed her when I was born.

John 12:24: I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives.

As she revealed this to me, all I could think at first was that dead kernels of wheat did not seem nearly as exciting as God giving me a future and a hope.  What was this supposed to mean?

Of course it came with a story.  I knew I wasn’t exactly a “planned pregnancy”; I’m the youngest, so my parents had planned to stop after my middle sister Lisa.  I also knew my parents had thought I would be a boy, but that’s as much as I knew.  Apparently my mom figured since I was a surprise God must be planning to give her the boy she’d always wanted and she even told people she was having a boy.  In fact, in my parents’ certainty, the name Jason had been chosen.  Then there I was…not. a. boy.

The above scripture had been brought to Mom’s attention around that time and she realized that perhaps her desire of having a boy was the kernel of wheat that had to die in order to give life to something else-me- and I’m pretty awesome, so I guess that worked out after all (I’m really only half kidding).

Also, remember my parents had not even bothered to pick out a girl’s name so when I was born, my mom said the Lord gave her my name, Terri Lynn, and she realized later that Terri actually means “to reap,” or in other words, be fruitful, just like the last part of the scripture (when I was a kid the word reap actually freaked me out, so I went with the other meaning of my name- caring one).  So, for whatever reason, my mom had to let her dream of having a boy die and produce me, the new fruitful kernels.

As my mom told me this I began to wonder how I am fruitful and what this means for me.  Robert and I have not had, nor do we plan to have children because we never felt to urge to do so, so it has to be a more of a symbolic fruitfulness.  I feel this lends itself as support that God is calling me to somehow reach out to others more, and possibly towards my passion of ending human trafficking.  The name Terri is originally derived from Teresa, and that always makes me think of Mother Teresa, a woman used by God to be fruitful, though she obviously had no children of her own either.  I’d be honored to follow in such footsteps.  I ask to be less of me and more of Him.

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Go Ye into All the World

Posted on September 23, 2013 by caverns of my mind

earth-hands

When you want to do world missions, local people tend to get upset.

“Why go other places when we have so much need right here?” they ask, and not often in a friendly manner either.

My simple answer: Because God said so.  Don’t believe me?  Check it out in Mark 16:15.  But seriously, I’m sure most people have heard this scripture before, even if they didn’t give it much thought; yet, words with no action often go ignored.

Honestly though, it’s also because we can do both local and world missions, but some are called more for one than the other.  Needy and hurting people exist worldwide and to all different degrees.  Needs and hurts must be addressed EVERYWHERE.  But if you think about it, not everyone is cut out to go to obscure and dangerous villages in remote locations of Africa or Central or South America, risking gruesome deaths by primitive weapons or debilitating diseases.  Not everyone can endure the frigid climate of the Arctic in order to bring God and hope to those natives who can only be reached by special snow vessels (or ice flow, if you have the time).  Even going to safer regions still often involves risk, adjustment, and facing the unknown.

For those people, there are local missions.  This could be getting involved by building a home with Habitat for Humanity, hosting a clothing or food drive for a local food pantry, or just stopping in next door to visit an elderly widow who lives alone.  Basically, whenever you take a step out of your comfort zone and sacrifice some of your personal time, expecting nothing in return but the satisfaction of knowing you were able to put a smile on someone’s face, you are showing God’s much needed love, and you CAN change the world, just one person at a time.  We all have to start somewhere.

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

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Making an Example of My Marriage

Posted on September 20, 2013 by caverns of my mind

My marriage is far from perfect, so why would God use it as an encouraging example to others?  Maybe exactly for that reason.  I am certain He is the only reason we managed to remain together, for there were a few times I think one or both of us could have walked away from the whole thing and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble, the hurt, the commitment to another person with his or her own ideas and agendas. But in that dark time when Robert was unemployed and most couples would have allowed that stress to come between them, we recognized it as a time we most needed God in our lives, and we had faced some financial issues not long before that time that nearly ended our marriage and literally left me with my head between my knees just trying to breathe, so it was scary, but not entirely new.

Instead of fretting, we took that time to spend together and learn to put God in the center of our marriage.  We even took the time together to learn each others’ “love languages.”  In each of our top three lies quality time, so we learned that spending time together strengthened our love.  That seems like a “duh” revelation, I know, but people often miss these obvious points.  Just the other day I was organizing part of our office and Robert was working on the computer.  We weren’t really spending time “together” but we were together, and we found ways to involve each other or have snippets of conversation in the middle of our tasks at hand.  The simplicity of it was beautiful and encouraging.  Our time together doesn’t always have to be exciting; it just has to be together and involve one another.  Sometimes it’s the reassurance that we’re there for each other.

After a hike up a mountain (volcano), we had a lovely view of Antigua.

After a hike up a mountain (volcano), we had a lovely view of Antigua.

My mission team has been back from Guatemala for just about six weeks now and when we met on Sunday for a reunion fiesta, much of what I forgot I wanted to share, or I had just needed time to sort out in my brain, resurfaced.  One such topic is my marriage.  It’s strange that a mission trip would bring enlightenment of that area of  my life, but I guess God reveals what He wants us to know in His way, and we had to go all the way to Guatemala for me to see what a blessing my marriage is to others.  I already knew I was happy to be married to Robert, but I had no idea what an example we are to others.

On the trip, Robert and I were actually broken apart from one another for most of the first two work days, and we were fine with that.  We are both able to function without each other quite well.  The hard part was when we remained so busy during the evening that we had no time to reflect together on our days.  By the third day I think we learned to make the time.  We both recognized the importance of time shared with the group, but also being able to share with each other, especially since we both had so much on our minds during this trip.

A huge leaf, shaped like a heart? Couldn't resist.

A huge leaf, shaped like a heart? Couldn’t resist.

Our interactions must have become evident to the rest of the group because we received compliments from various members on our marriage. We were given a homework assignment to write a little encouraging message to each member of the team, letting them know some positive way they touched the team or the individual.  One such message came from a young lady who lives with her amazing mother but comes from a broken home: “I also am deeply thankful for the example  you and Robert set as a healthy couple who has God present in their relationship.”  I’ve kept this card as a bookmark for my daily reading because it reminds me of how we can be encouraging examples without even realizing it and how important it is to always let God shine through us.

Broken homes are universal.  Where we were able to be an encouragement to this girl from the U.S., we were also able to do the same for the children in Guatemala.  Apparently there is a real need for responsible men to step up in families in the area where we worked.  The burden weighs almost entirely on the women, so our loving interactions together became examples to the local children as well.  I remember that on our last day we went to an orphanage for mostly young ladies who primarily came from abusive homes.  One little girl attached herself to Robert and then later was coloring and playing with stickers with me.  I told her Robert was mi esposo, and she thought that was great  When we were saying goodbye to the kids, the three of us had a group hug.  I’m sure this encounter left her with at least some sense of hope.

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One Car Faith

Posted on September 13, 2013 by caverns of my mind

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Recap.  I left the world of teaching with nothing officially lined up for after.  No big deal since everyone knows teachers don’t get paid much anyway, right?  Except my husband and I were making an equal income, so this cut our money in half.  Yikes!  Now it sounds insane, and it is.

We lived off not much more than that before when Robert went through some time of being unemployed, but we did get to collect unemployment.  Since I happily vacated my job, no unemployment can be acquired.  When we decided I would take this huge step into the void during a time of high unemployment rates, we did it with the faith that somehow it would all work out because we felt this was a needed step.  If I could find part-time work, we’d be fine.

Then we came to a wall, or a decision that needed to be made.  I was taking off the two months I would have had off as a teacher and was going to job search when school started back up because the lump of checks at the end of the year covered the summer anyway.  During this time Robert’s free car that had miraculously run for three years stopped running.  It was probably just the battery, so we could pay to replace that, and other than the gauges on the dash that rarely worked, the lack of A/C in a black car in Florida, and a number of other oddities plaguing the vehicle, we could have had it running.  However, time was coming to renew the car registration and it was another car we had to pay insurance on.  Since the school year had ended we had really only driven my car.  We began to contemplate life with only one car.  The problem at this point was the uncertainty of what I would do for income.  Having only one car might not work if I found a job with hours that conflicted with Robert’s schedule.

Maybe we should never have let the dog drive.

Maybe we should never have let the dog drive.

A conundrum.

We could save quite a bit of money if we just let the car go.  But what if we needed it later?

I would just have to find a way to make money from home or work between Robert’s hours.  It was time for a vehicular pardon of the old Jetta.  In the scary moment when we both realized this, we felt both nervous and liberated.  We would have to exercise one car faith and believe that no matter what, God was in the driver’s seat, to use a bad cliche disguised as a bad pun, and He would provide for us just as He always had.

It hasn’t been long living in this manner yet, but I have managed to find a few sources of income in which the car has not been an issue.  It feels great to have been able to simplify our lives just a little more, running on one car faith.

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My Own God Story

Posted on July 2, 2013 by caverns of my mind

For the longest time, I really only understood the idea of God doing great works for and through biblical figures.  Somehow it escaped me that He still does amazing works for and through people today… but you know, other people.  I’ve heard some seriously awesome (the word gets thrown around like kids throwing fits in Walmart, but in this case, it is more reverent and appropriate) stories from other people.

Then I started thinking, Why exactly do I feel these things cannot happen to me?  All these biblical figures were just people with a little faith.  The personal stories I’ve heard have come from ordinary people who just happened to exercise some faith.  God actually wants to bless us, but we tend to hold Him back by our own lack of faith in receiving what He has to offer.  Seriously, if God wants to give you something, take it.  Duh!  And yet, many of us often miss it.  Yes, us- I include myself.

This time, I believed and received.  It works! Go figure.

I went on a mission trip to Costa Rica last summer.  It was an eye-opening and wonderful experience, and I saw God in it.  However, when I felt called to go on that trip, Robert had just regained employment and we had fundraised so much for our favorite organization Love 146 before that, we really didn’t feel right reaching out for money from others to help pay my way for the trip, and we took care of about 2/3 of it ourselves.  Don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t a pride thing as much as it was that we were grateful for Robert’s job and figured we should give our thanks through this, because we finally could.

This January was the deadline to apply for this summer’s mission trips.  Robert had been so moved through my experience last year that he wanted to go back with me.  This time around, the price went up for individuals and we would have to pay for two instead of one.  And oh, yeah, we were already pretty sure I was going to be leaving the security of my job as a teacher, meaning that by the time the money would all be due (July 1), we would be on the last of that income.  Financially, this would be a stretch.

Then sometimes our plans get changed.  So few people applied for the trip to Costa Rica that it had to be cancelled, but there were openings in one of the trips to Guatemala.  For just a moment I thought it was a way to escape the financial burden and we could bow out gracefully.  But that thought was overridden by the possibility that the plan change was by God’s design and He really just wanted us to go to Guatemala instead, so we agreed to the change.  Good news: this trip was actually a few hundred dollars less per person, so that helped ease my worries, but not much.

I found myself continually stumbling across various pieces of faith literature that just happened to be about having faith to receive, following God’s plan, and believing that He will always provide.  Then one morning while I was getting ready for work, I had an epiphany (that is such a fun word).  I was looking at the “mountain” of not having an extra $3200 in my pocket, instead of telling the mountain to move, which is what we are told to do in Matthew 17:20.  It wasn’t an audible voice, but I felt in that moment that God told me to stop worrying because He was going to move that mountain and that we wouldn’t have to pay a penny.  One other important part of that scripture is that we can’t just think our mountain will move, but we have to tell it to move, so I began to thank God for providing the finances for our trip and I told Robert it would be all taken care of.

We made our list of people to send support request letters, typed them up, and mailed them out.  We were getting a steady flow of donations for a while and it was encouraging.

Then there was a lull.  We had made it just beyond the halfway mark, and then we had nothing else coming in.  Honestly, I began to feel a bit discouraged.  I was grateful for what had been provided, but since it didn’t seem like anything else was coming, I was bummed that we were going to have to put in our own funds after all.  I figured this meant God was going to provide a way for us to come up with that money for ourselves, but I had really hoped to have one of those amazing God stories to tell people about how God had told me the trip would be taken care of and all the money came flowing in.   Now it just seemed that although I was sure we would manage, the story just wouldn’t be as cool, and I wanted a way cool God story… like the ones other people have.

God also wanted me to have a story to tell others, a way to spread the word about how awesome He is and how He still makes amazing things happen today.

Through a friend of Robert’s family, someone I’ve never even met in person and only have the honor of knowing through Facebook, God provided $1800 in a really cool way.  She and her husband had given to their church to help plant a new church, but it just hadn’t worked out and the group had decided to not pursue it any further and each person could request their fair amount to go towards some other charity, and  this couple chose us for their portion.  Not only did we end up with enough money to cover our trip, but God provided beyond what was needed!  And now I have my own really cool God story I can tell people.

Then Robert and I had a conversation about faith just last night.  He was talking about how sometimes we (Christians in general) tend to forget about having faith for the simple little things in life because we focus on those big mountains.  I totally agree with him because I really wanted a way cool God story so that I could tell others about it and they could see His amazingness.   I think in our world we’re so used to needing to have something big to show and impress people that I guess I’m afraid if I tell people about something small like, “Since peanut butter was on sale at Publix I actually stayed within my grocery budget to the penny this month,” they’ll just think, “So what?”  But those little things add up and are just proof that we can trust God for everything from peanut butter to completely paid for mission trips, and so much more (just add your own little to big issues here).

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